Roses are red
Decorating her room
With whips and canes
I think its safe to assume
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Roses are red
Rob is still here
Must have U.S. prime
Stamped on your rear
__
Sarah, I am glad
You still post
It shows you care
unlike most
Roses are red
Heidi's pastime...
Imagining my bum
Stamped "U.S. Prime"
.
Although it's something
She's never confessed
I think it's clear
She's obsessed.
.
What say you, sugar?
Let's drop our drawers.
I'll show you mine
If you show me yours.
Roses are red
For a laugh, you never fail
For anything else
Aim at the pail
Roses are red
Dreams never die
Rob will live a long time
It is fun to watch him try
Roses are red
Theresa Greene
Suggested something
Quite obscene
.
No Terri I said
Get up off your knees
I'm waiting till Heidi
Accedes to my pleas.
.
She said "you should take
Whatever you can
Or I fear you'll die
A celibate man."
.
I have to admit
It's a point well made
If I hold out for Heidi
I'll never get laid.
.
Roses are red
Hi Teresa, I am Heidi
Rob's wing person
His imaginary Aphrodite
__
You do not need to
Get on your knees
He has wore holes in
His pockets to please
__
His depends waist band
Is sometimes loose
Time waits for no man
But mostly his hands over use
__
One last thing
He wears glasses
Make sure he puts them on
Or you will be rubbing ass
__
Anymore questions, call me
--
Roses are red
Of practice, I'm out
Crafting rhymes here
Of that there's no doubt
--
But a sweet lady
Sometimes peeks here
So I'll just try
(To get a glimpse of her rear)
--
She says that another
May soon drop by
I surely hope so
And we can say 'hi'
--
Though weak it may be
This rambling verse
I'm quite sure
I can do worse
--
Roses are red
Your wit is still strong
Compared to mine
Just looking for a place to belong
__
Writing again here
Feels like coming home
A part travels with me
No matter were I roam
__
I have meant many
On this site called Lush
But none compares to my
Love for roses crush
__
The people here become
Friends you trust
and lean on through
The cold wind gust
😘to all
Roses are red
Don't compare wits.
Nobody cares.
Show us yer tits.
--
If tits you seek
Then we shall provide
Just to prove
We've nothing to hide
--
So here you go
And ogle away
Might keep you busy
The whole month of May
--
Roses are red, violets are violet.
We think we know, but we really dont know.
